The Good Guys and the Bad Guys Page #5

- Why not?

- It's not your job.

Well, it ain't yours no more either,

damn it!

- They fired you!

- Thanks for the hospitality, Grundy.

You got a nice warm place in there.

You ought to try it sometime.

You go getting killed,

don't come running back here.

Damn fool.

Damn fool!

Beats me.

- It's open.

- When the hell are we gonna move?

- Cards.

- Two.

Waco knows what he's doing.

- Found out about the shipment, didn't he?

- Besides, today's Friday.

The money don't come in till tomorrow,

so what's the hurry?

The hurry is

I get jumpy just sitting around.

Jumpy?

What the hell's to get jumpy

about this job?

Town full of hicks, it'll be a pushover.

Yeah, if there ain't any Pinkerton men.

For that kind of money,

a man's gotta figure on some risk.

Risks or no risk, it sure beats the hell

out of busting your back for $3 a day.

- Cards.

- Two.

Three.

It's your bet.

By me.

Your bet.

I swear one day I'm gonna stuff my boot

right down that old man's mouth.

I don't know why we drug him along

in the first place.

He's supposed to know this country.

He had a... Had a gang once

that operated in these parts.

Hard to imagine, ain't it?

Him leading a gang.

Call.

That and that better.

Up.

Turn around.

- You know him?

- Yeah, I know him.

Name is Flagg. James Flagg. US Marshal.

Marshal? That old man?

Flagg?

McKay?

Get them saddled.

You spook them horses?

- I asked you a question, mister.

- He spooked them.

Sneaked up on McKay, I hit him.

- What do you want this old buzzard for?

- He says he's a marshal.

- He sure don't look like no marshal to me.

- This is James Flagg.

Now who the hell is James Flagg?

Who the hell is James Flagg?

He's the toughest marshal

this side of the Mississippi.

Oh, yeah?

- What town you toughest marshal of?

- Purgatory.

He's the marshal of Purgatory

down along the Forks River.

You're a little outside of your territory,

ain't you?

Purgatory's more than

You sure this isn't

another one of your wild stories?

If you're a marshal, let's see your badge.

I don't see no badge.

I lost it.

Well, the famous marshal lost his badge.

He's a marshal like you're Calamity Jane.

Mount them up, Deuce.

We're heading for Progress.

What are we gonna do with him?

Shoot him.

Can't go cold-blooded

killing a man like that.

Well, then stay here and hold his hand.

Pick you up Saturday.

Better anyhow.

That way you'll be out of my hair.

Now wait a minute, Waco!

Now, listen, McKay,

you're here on a free ride and you know it.

You're hanging on by your teeth.

Now, you want to come, you put a bullet

in your marshal friend, here.

If not, you stay here and hold his hand.

Either way, it don't matter to me.

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